It was the weekend again, a Saturday to be precise. Frost got up early, much earlier than Perry and even her two pets, Pippin and Artemis. Her bare feet barely made any sound on the floor as she slowly made her way throughout the house. Outside the birds were chirping to the chill weather, and enjoying the last rays of the sun. Who knew when it would start to snow? It could be tomorrow. Hopefully the birds and bird pokemon would leave the island for warmer places before the weather changed dramatically.
Half an hour passed in more or less quietness. On the floor stood frost’s bag, and frost was right besides it, her eyes closed as she mumbled something, then bowed to a small photo on the mantle piece. “I’ll be there soon” she said, picked up her bag and hurried outside in the chill autumn air.
The road to the Pallet Hills wasn’t far, and there were barely anyone outside at this early hour. She really didn’t want to talk to anyone right now anyway. This was her alone time. The early hours of each Saturday. The few people she passed was either slowly hurrying along with sleepy expressions, either on their way from a late night of work, or an early morning of work.
About an hour after Frost had gotten out of bed, she had made it there, standing in front of the row of small stones. Small letters adorned each one. If one didn’t know what to look for, one could take the place as a normal forest clearing with a bunch of just common, plain stones in the middle. On the sides of the makeshift gravestones grew a few wild flowers with different shades of blue and white.
Frost sighed, sat down on her knees and folded her hands up to her chest. “I’m here again…. Have you guys missed me?” she opened her eyes and took out two small bouquets of flowers, putting them besides the stones. She also put one rose of each of the two extra gravestones. Then she started to tell her late friends how she had been the last week.
However, she didn’t notice the blueish fog settling around her and the graves.